Dear Porky,
THEY took me to the open air cinema after all. What a fantastic venue, it is Australia's oldest still operational open air cinema, with old fashioned deck chairs ( a bit trying for grey nomads) so most of the oldies arrived with some sort of cushioning material. As the theatre is situated in ' China Town', not a town a all and china town lies in the direct landing strip for the international airport we had some exciting moments when Qantas approached within 20 metres above the screen. Sensational!!! Very fitting. Broome is the most disappointing place we have been to and it still is a bit a culture shock. We are staying at an overflow camping place, run by the members of the pistol club.every Thursday is shooting from 7:30 pm to 9:30pm it is ok because to people are extremely friendly, we have a terrific site under a gum tree, toilets and showers super clean and everything is easy going, not like top part of cable beach, where at 6:15am the bronze bodies of the middle aged fitness obsessed Bondi Girls did their kick boxing and jogging and run the dogs. Rather boring beach, the Southern part has very appealing rock formations and and wilder back drop, not as groomed and regulated as the other.
SHE found a beer she really likes. It reminds her on Diebels Alt.
Outside the Broome open air cinema
Looking in from the screen
The Great Gatsby with the moon above.
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